Ummmm G-guys... Anyone Wanna Listen To Talk To Me About How Much I Miss Her And Am Scared About The Fact

Ek baar usne dekha tha meri taraf muskurate huye,

Itni si haqeeqat hai baaki sab kahaaniya hai

تیرے بغیر بھی اے دوست یہ پہاڑ سا دن

گزر تو جاتا ہے لیکن کہاں گزرتا ہے

tere baghair bhi ay dost yeh pahar sa din

guzar tou jata hai laikin kahan guzarta hai

the best kisses are about the hands

the kiss by francesco hayez // the kiss by gustav klimt // the meeting on the turret stairs by frederic william burton // the kiss by auguste rodin and details

"After so much time, after so many years, I still find time in my day, just to think of you. Just to remember you. Just to let your memories hurt me. Just to feel pain. Just to reminisce about the fact that for a brief moment, I was happy. Just to recall that I loved once. Just to recollect that I never will again. "

-Suicide never felt so sweet

Have you guys felt the... distance? Something that you can never get? But it's right there. But you can't get it. But she sits next to you, right on the passenger sear. But you mustn't look. You want to look. Ohhhh you want to look, so bad, that you don't care if you run over human beings or puppies or if you run into a fucking tree. You want to look at her. But you mustn't. She's there, closer than an arm's distance, but you daren't reach out. She speaks to you, yes, she does, and you can't, because if you did, you'd scream of your voracious desire for her and that... apparently, isn't good. So you mustn't. You see her hands. The faded nail polish, and you remember their softness, but you better not attempt to hold them! Even though that's the only thing in the world that matters to you. Even though you think hiding your fucking head in her embrace is the only thing worth doing with your meaningless existence. You better not do it. You must be careful showing how much you care, that tends to scare people away. And you don't want to scare her away. Besides, how much farther could she possibly go? She's right there, but you can't get her. Yeah. Have you?

contra toda autoridad, excepto mi mamá

Jithe itr-an de vagde ne cho

Jaha itr-on ke behte hai jharne

Nii othe mera yaar vassda

vaha mera yaar basta hai

Jithe langdi e paun vi khalo

Jaha nikalti hai (pawan)hawa bhi khade ho ke

Ni othe mera yaar vasda

vaha mera yaar basta hai

Nange nange pairin jithe aun parbhaatan

Nange nange pair leke jaha aayein parbhaat(subah)

Reshma di nadi tari laun jithe raatan

Resham ki nadi mein nahati hai jahan raatein

Jithe chaandni ch nahaave khushboo

Jaha chandi mein nahati hai khusbhoo

Nii othe mera yaar vasda

Nii vaha mera yaar basta hai

WOAH. WAIT A MINUTE. THIS IS JUST...

But what if you are only one dua away from everything you wanted?

Fyodor Dostoevsky's manuscript draft of The Brothers Karamazov. via twitter